Wrong All Along

What would you say if set in motion we felt no regret? *** No what was, or what could have been in our lives good. *** Are you happy not a mistake made swayed how to behave? *** Pride stubborn you’ll not cover; the past you’d have no other. *** Me I bleed in a…

Look Down At The Devil

I can shift and I change. I am of the complex sort. That’ll be misunderstood; judged in the highest court. So I cower and contemplate a fog that arises inside quick; in the air I feel a change in a cloud that enters so thick. I feel eyes as they look up, giving me a…

Complexity Colored Blue

I suffered depression for years. Lost in despair I turned into a bitter lifeless person. I filled the hole inside me with anything I could to numb the pain. I was an alcoholic. I had nothing inside me that was beautiful. It was a terrible phase of my life that I felt I had no…

Brain Therapy: My Disasterous Relationship Vol. 2

Shattering the silence, came your voice in night. Blinded by your nuances shine bright did your light. *** Rescuing my misdirection I ventured after my journey through this twisted existence scorned by my own learning. *** That the world forgives not those weak and who’re fraught by misfortune of their own and by things they…

Where Time Is Never Returned

I have been there. Aghast with shock and horror. In cages I’ve found myself. The floor I laid there many morrows. Pits of despair where men would seemingly bury each other. For amenities that would fancy even kin who disavow their brothers. For cages of steel and iron change the perception of the mind. Linger…

Brain Therapy: Disasterous Relationship Vol. 1

I evoke a distaste for air when I dream and you’re there. I have left a many people but for you I do not even care. I changed my life, my soul for all under your control. Countless nights on patrol for nights that took their toll. Coldness and confusion you did what you obviously…

Lest I Drown

I never said to you no. That I felt it and let it go. Things you wouldn’t know inside me tend to grow. If archers strike correctly, if I tend speak indirectly. Ask would I come respectfully where we arrive ineffectually. Construct we can a bond let not my arms beyond where they grasp so…